Under the Cross the Dead drink our tears I still feel the rain The sad stillness in my pain Behind me I leave all disgrace Taste my belief I drown my sorrow in blood To despice a reliance Is to rely on my fire Behind me I leave all disgrace And to be One of those without a grave To be One of those without a grave To be buried without a singel trace Burning to be buried smiling away If I bleed for the Moon Will you give him a cross One more to bear For hundred empty years Cause I still cry in pain As I watch you washing his cross in bloodtears